Poppin' My S*** (with Hurricane Chris)

Intro Em7 Cmaj7 [Refrão] Em7 Mm, lil' mama wanna be right beside me Lil' mama wanna be just like me Cmaj7 I'm poppin' my shit, poppin' my shit I'm poppin' my shit, poppin my shit Em7 Mm, lil' mama wanna be right beside me Lil' mama wanna be just like me Cmaj7 I'm poppin' my shit, poppin', my shit I'm poppin' my shit, poppin, my shit [Verso 1] Em7 Through these bust down Cartier's I see everybody Picture perfect, this that shit that have your head bobbin' Cmaj7 Took her shopping, put her in some red bottoms Walk in the club, let her flex on everybody Em7 Swear I'll always have your back if you take care of me Taking shots of this tequila, living carefree Cmaj7 I'm tryna make sure that you comfortable, got leather seats Take you home and bend you up just like the letter C Em7 From Ratchett City to New Orleans Cmaj7 Got Cali baddies, Atlanta peaches Once I hit, you gon' get hooked and ain't gon' never leave me Got some friends and they all love Justin Bieber [Refrão] Em7 Mm, lil' mama wanna be right beside me Lil' mama wanna be just like me Cmaj7 I'm poppin' my shit, poppin' my shit I'm poppin' my shit, poppin my shit Em7 Mm, lil' mama wanna be right beside me Lil' mama wanna be just like me Cmaj7 I'm poppin' my shit, poppin', my shit I'm poppin' my shit, poppin, my shit Outro Em7 Cmaj7 Lil' mama wanna be Em7 Cmaj7 Em7 Cmaj7